[He watches her with guilt and some other conflicted, unnameable expression on his face, as if he would reach to wipe her tears for her again but feels he's pushed his luck far enough already. Sure, he doesn't know her as well as he'd like, but he knows enough to know how he feels here and now.]
I-- what? [The question throws him off. Byleth or Dimitri must have mentioned it, maybe, so he opts simply to be direct.] ...I was a duke, back when I still lived in Fódlan. I gave up that title when I left.
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I-- what? [The question throws him off. Byleth or Dimitri must have mentioned it, maybe, so he opts simply to be direct.] ...I was a duke, back when I still lived in Fódlan. I gave up that title when I left.